’ ‘Not now,’ she said softly, ‘but I’m patient.’ ‘I wouldn’t want you to waste your time waiting for something that probably won’t h...ppen.’ ‘Better to have nothing of the perfect man than to fully have something less than perfect.’ He smiled. ‘Perfect?’ he said raising an eyebrow and smirking at her. ‘I’ll have to remember that next time we argue.’ Her face returned to its playful countenance and she placed her hands on her hips with a mock pout. God, you’re beautiful, Laura. Perfect….but not. Sometimes I get curious to know what makes them so enticed by wrapping their hands around my throat as they penetrate me, to find what distinguishes these men from those who aren't so....differnet. But, just as the interest springs forth, it quickly dissipates by the lack of desire to know anything beyond the physical strength and endurance that they possess.I've developed a checklist for each of the men I take to bed. A strict set of standards that have become sacred and imperative in order to. She knew that. And Millie would tell her mother everything. She would detail all of Paula’s transgressions and then carefully explain everything she had done to try to correct the errant sister.It was knowing that she would never be able to go home again that broke her heart. It was those sobs that were wracking her body when loving arms went around her and she was pulled into a comforting embrace.Supper only heightened the comfort for Paula. The twins, once they saw their mother accept. "As much as we all like Peter, all thepeter we can get, we can't call you that. How about..." She put afinger to her chin and pursed her lips. "Petunia?"The others all approved of that. Then Treat, which was her stage name,picked up a large atomizer and sprayed its contents at my face. Thestuff was flowery like perfume but also had a secondary effect. As soonas I inhaled it I found myself relaxing, despite those uncomfortablecircumstances. Busy hands began to unbutton my shirt. Feeling.